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Not all the force of manhood's active might,
Not all the craft to subtle age affign'd,

Not science shall extort that dear delight,
Which gay delusion gave the tender mind.

Adieu soft raptures! transports void of care!

Parent of raptures, dear deceit, adieu!
And you, her daughters, pining with despair,

"Why, why so soon her fleeting steps pursue!

Tedious again to curse the drizling day!

Again to trace the wint'ry tracts of snow! Or, sooth'd by vernal airs, again survey

The self-same hawthorns bud, and cowslips blow!

O life! how soon of ev'ry bliss forlorn!

We start false joys, and urge the devious race: A tender prey; that chears our youthful morn,

Then sinks untimely, and defrauds the chace.

ELEGY ELEGY XII.

His recantation.

NO more the muse obtrudes her thin disguise;
No more with aukward fallacy complains,
How ev'ry fervour from my bosom flies,
And reason in her lonesome palace reigns.

Ere the chill winter of our days arrive,

No more she paints the breast from passion free;

1 feel, I feel one loitering wish survive—

Ah need I, Florio, name that wish to thee?

The star of Venus ushers in the day,

The first, the loveliest of the train that shine!

The star of Venus lends her brightest ray,
When other stars their friendly beams resign.

Still in my breast one soft desire remains,

Pure as that star, from guilt, from int'rest free,

Has gentle Delia trip'd across the plains,

And need I, Florio, name that wish to thee?

"While, cloy'd to find the scenes of life the same,
I tune with careless hand my languid lays;

Some secret impulse wakes my former flame,
And sires my strain with hope of brighter days.

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I Nept not long beneath yon rural bow'rs;

And lo! my crook with flow'rs adorn'd I fee: Has gentle Delsa bound my crook with flow'rs,

And need I, Florio, name my hopes to thee?

ELEGY

ELEGY XIII.

To a friend, on some flight occasion estranged from him.^

Health to my sriend, and many a chearful day Around his seat may peaceful shades abide! Smooth flow the minutes, fraught with smiles, away, And, 'till they crown our union, gently glide.

Ah me! too swiftly fleets our vernal bloom!

Lost to our wonted friendship, lost to joy! Soon may thy breast the cordial wish resume,

Ere wintry doubt its tender warmth destroy.

Say, were it ours, by fortune's wild command,
By chance to meet beneath the torrid zone;

Wou'dst thou reject thy Damon's plighted hand?
Wou'dst thou with scorn thy once lov'd friend disown?

Life Is that stranger land, that alien clime:
Shall kindred souls forego their social claim?

Launch'd in the vast abyss of space and time,
Shall dark suspicion quench the gen'rous flame?

Myriads of souls, that knew one parent mold,
See sadly sever'd' by the laws of chance!

Myriads, in time's perennial list enroll'd,

Forbid by fate to change one transient glance!

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Yes, we have met--thro' rapine, fraud, and wrong:

Might our joint aid the paths of peace explore ! Why leave thy friend amid the boist'rous throng,

Ere death divide us, and we part no more ?

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